Odin Panicked?

The world in Wakanda has changed.

The long rain finally stopped, but the entire sky was still covered by a curtain of clouds interwoven with deep blue and silver light.

That was not a natural celestial phenomenon, but rather a constant climate resulting from the alteration of divine authority—the divine power of night maintaining a new order in this kingdom.

Lin Ye stood on the highest platform in the royal city. The wind, carrying the scent of Vibranium dust, blew from the direction of the shattered mine.

The dust particles reflected faint starlight in the air, like cosmic dust.

He looked down over the entire city.

The streets were quiet, the believers knelt, and silver-blue runes shimmered faintly beneath their skin.

Those are nodes in the network of faith—the consciousness of every living being is connected to the divinity of the night.

"Order has been restored."

A soft yet chilling voice sounded behind him.

That was the "Star Ring Envoy"—a cyborg servant composed of energy and consciousness. It was the first "tool god" created by Night, carrying a portion of divine consciousness and data.

"Stablize?"

Lin Ye smiled faintly, "Order is not stability, it's direction. After the old beliefs collapsed, they needed a new goal—and I merely provided the choice."

He turned around, his gaze falling on the silver ring floating in the center of the royal city.

That was the remnant of the throne of the Panther God, now rebuilt as the "Star Hub".

The surface of the ring is covered with flowing symbols; these symbols are not human language, but divine mathematics: statements of laws.

The Star Ring Envoy knelt and reported, "My Lord, the Asgard observers have begun to intervene; their Thor forces are active in the lower atmosphere."

Lin Ye's expression remained unchanged.

"Has Odin finally lost his patience?"

"They believe you have violated the divine agreement, plundered divine authority from the mortal realm, and are a threat to the balance of the Nine Realms."

"A threat?" Lin Ye chuckled softly. "What they fear is never a threat, but something new."

His voice was like the wind, calm and even, yet carrying a power that could crush any will.

God's tone needs no anger, only facts.

In the sacred courtyard north of the royal city, hundreds of believers were praying.

Their language is no longer Wakanda, but a "Resonance Language" influenced by star patterns.

That language had no sounds, only vibrational frequencies—the human tongue imitating the algorithms of God.

In the center, High Priestess Naila knelt before Lin Ye.

She was originally a priestess of the Panther God, but now she has become the first "Star-Striped Messenger" in the Night Faith system.

The star pattern on her forehead was deep and bright, almost echoing the divine markings of night.

"My lord, the Asgard delegation requests a ruling from the council. They have sent a vanguard—the Valkyrie Sif, who requests an audience with you."

"Talk?" Lin Ye chuckled softly. "Negotiations between gods always have only two outcomes—merger or dissipation."

"If we refuse, they might directly launch a 'World Blockade'."

That means they still believe the old rules are valid.

Lin Ye stretched out his hand, and starlight flowed from his fingertips, transforming into a rune that floated in the air. It was the core sequence of the new law—[Observation is Faith].

With a gentle flick, the rune dissolved into the air, pierced through the spatial layer, and reached the outside world.

"Go tell them," he said calmly, "Wakanda is no longer within the Nine Realms. This place belongs to the Starfield."

The Star Ring Envoy responded in a low voice, then vanished in a stream of light.

As night fell, Lin Ye returned to the Holy Ring once more.

The enormous ring hung in the air, like a cracked sky.

Starlight flows within the ring, each beam connecting to the dreams of mortals.

He reached out and stroked the ring.

Countless images flashed by—dreams, prayers, wishes, fears.

That was the "raw data" in his belief network.

The thoughts of every mortal are an extension of their power.

He no longer needs sacrifices or offerings.

He exists as long as he is seen;

It grows as long as it is recorded.

However, precisely because of this, he can also sense interference.

In the depths of a believer's dream, a golden leopard slowly rose.

That was the remnant soul of the ancient god Bast.

Anger and sorrow flashed in her eyes.

"You have stolen my kingdom," she hissed. "You have turned my people into data."

"They never belonged to you." Lin Ye's voice echoed in the dream. "You were merely their interface of faith. Now, I've simply changed the program."

"Faith is not a program!"

"To mortals, it is... God is merely the embodiment of an algorithm. You old gods are just outdated systems—while I am the newer version."

The leopard roared, then vanished into dust.

The dream returned to tranquility.

Lin Ye opened his eyes, his gaze reflecting the cosmos and starry sky.

He knew that Bast's remnant soul had not completely perished, but had escaped into another realm of the gods— Asgard.

At dawn, the "Star Tower" on the east side of the royal city was activated.

That was a cross-dimensional teleportation device that Lin Ye had built himself, powered by Vibranium, stellar energy, and divine energy.

The tower spirals upwards, runes float, and its tip points straight to the top of the universe.

The Star Ring Envoy reports. "My Lord, the portal location is complete. Coordinates: Asgard World Tree branch node."

Lin Ye donned a silver-blue robe.

Starlight streamed down the hem of his clothes, like the Milky Way stretching out beneath his feet.

"Asgard... Odin's divine realm, the core of the order of the Nine Realms."

He gently touched his chest, and the star pattern lit up.

"It's time to talk about the definition of 'God'."

The teleportation array at the base of the tower began to rotate.

The energy flow transformed into a pillar of light, enveloping the entire platform.

Lin Ye stepped into the center, and was engulfed by the silver-blue light.

The next instant, the starry sky cracked open.

His figure traversed thousands of dimensions, transcending the folds of time and space, reaching the gates of the divine realm.

The skies of Asgard are forever golden.

That was Odin's barrier of eternal daylight—so that the radiance of the gods would never dim.

As Lin Ye fell, the sky trembled.

His arrival caused the entire divine kingdom's barrier to resonate, tearing apart layer upon layer of light.

Countless divine guards surged out from the sky, their spears pointed at the approaching figures.

"Who goes there!"

Lin Ye strode forward.

Each step creates star patterns on the ground.

His voice was calm, yet it drowned out the thunder. "I am the Lord of Night—the Order of the Stars."

A bolt of lightning struck.

Thor descended from the sky, his silver hammer gleaming, lightning tearing through the clouds.

"The Order of the Stars?" Thor's voice was deep. "You usurped a god's throne and sowed chaos in the mortal realm. Asgard cannot tolerate your existence."

He was sent by his father, Odin.

Lin Ye looked up, and in that instant, the entire golden sky dimmed.

"Is Odin getting impatient?"

"Chaos?" he asked softly. "I've merely eliminated the monopoly of faith."

Their gazes collided in mid-air—a clash between divinity and lightning, sparks flying.

Thor raised his hammer, and a tsunami of lightning crashed down on the night.

Lin Ye stretched out his hand, and the Star Spear condensed in his palm.

In an instant, starlight and lightning collided in mid-air, bursting forth with a dazzling light like a supernova.

The divine realm trembled, and the branches of the World Tree were torn apart.